Flying Over England

February 10, 2018 by Heather Corker in Travel, Life

I'm flying over England. I can see the fields below. Green fields in uneven blocks across the countryside. As I look down, my heart aches.

I remember that flight, when I first moved, and the woman sitting next to me pointed down and said, "look, there's your new home."

At that point I felt sick. Felt that, maybe, I'd made the wrong choice. I was anxious.

But now, now I look down and wonder if I made the wrong choice moving back to America. Maybe staying in New York was a mistake. Perhaps my heart would still be in tact, perhaps my career in a different place, my faith- still solid. Or, perhaps not.

Notes. To self.

January 09, 2014 by Heather Rene

A look at 22 year old Heather's thoughts

Thanks from a small island.

December 03, 2010 by Heather Rene

Thanksgiving: An act of giving thanks; an expression of gratitude, especially to God

Last week, on the 25th day of the 11th month in the year of our lord 2010, a day of thanks was celebrated across the United States. As a citizen and a patriot, I felt compelled to bring this day of joy and thanks to the small island nation in which I reside.

This year I hosted my first Thanksgiving meal and cooked (and cleaned and basted) a turkey for the first time – a genuine Martha Stewart in the making! I even used the neck and giblets to make turkey gravy - pretty nifty, huh? After three and a half hours in a too small oven, luckily, and surprisingly, the turkey turned out delicious; and I didn’t manage to give any one salmonella. Success!

Only one, tiny, disaster occurred. Someone (me) put the pumpkin pie in a precarious position, in an overly-stuffed fridge... so when the door was next open the pie flew out of the fridge, landing face down on the kitchen floor.

Eek!

But, thankfully (key word here), this is what the’10 second rule’ was invented for. (yes, we did put it back together and eat it)

(pie down!)

And now for the cheesy part….

I am thankful for the people in London. For all the wonderful friends I have met on this crazy journey, who turn foreign lands into new homes. And I am thankful for my family, who graciously put up with me gallivanting around the world. Thanks.

The Disposable

November 17, 2010 by Heather Rene

Disposable cameras. Remeber those? How about film?

In this digital age, part of me misses the excitement of not knowing what, or how, your photos will turn out until developing the prints. The excitement is then followed with the typical 'oooing' and 'ahhing' or, burning the evidence.

In a recent trip to the local pharmacy these relics of the past, the legendary disposable camera, were on sale at the great price of buy one get one free! So naturally, I left with not one, but two of these memories makers in my bag.

Despite feeling slight dorky, and being made fun of as I carried my plastic camera through the streets of London, hearing things such as, "How old are you?" or "you do realise they make something called 'digital' now" or "We aren't in 3rd grade anymore Heather . .. " Whatever. They are just jealous. I thoroughly enjoyed my disposable experiment.

after the fireworks on Guy Fawkes day at a pub somewhere

Me and the wonderful Miss Marianne at said pub

attempt at capturing fireworks

Shh! Don't tell blondie i put this photo up!!

Autumnal colors on my walk to work

Miss Loni James chillin' in an alleyway in London

Nick Mack, Loni and I at the infamous 'The Boot' pub after church (yes, I said after church)

Storm troopers on the tube . . . as you do.

More exploring with Loni

Wall in Brick Lane. At the time, I thought it looked cool.

My ex-favourite cafe in London. Still cosy, but now way more pretentious and too busy

The Halloween crew.

Someone made the mistake of giving me plastic vampire teeth

I have no idea who these people are. This is the Beauty of a disposable.

Who you gonna call?

My cute little dark angel.

LOVE this.

I've got one camera left, so that means more to come!!

Heather x

Life through a Champagne glass

September 09, 2010 by Heather Rene

True to form London has once again brought adventure and entertainment to what would otherwise be a typical Wednesday. Yesterday, Vogue's Fashion Night Out hit New York, London and Paris. A display of designer wears and fabulous celebrity. The champagne was flowing and London's Mayfair was buzzing, as the likes of trendy-artsy East-Londoners mingled with high society.

And then there was me. Enjoying myself with some friends, partaking of the champagne, and admiring the clothes and the quality that I would only in some distant life be able to see hanging in my closet. For moments I was inspired, delighting in being so close to so much glamour. It was window shopping made better by the presence of live music, bantering patrons, balloons, champagne and canapes. Inspired styles were to be seen everywhere, in the shops and on the attendees.

(Kicking off our Fashion experience in Paul Smith. Marianne modeling hat.)

(At Moschino, drinking Gin from teacups, naturally.)

Our group of three wandered through the back streets and allies of Mayfair, exploring all the shops, from the big names such as Vivienne Westwood, Moschino, and Stella McCartney, to the pop-up shops of designers such as Georgian Tata Naka (her shop by far served the best drinks!). We ended our night by stopping in for the perfume 'pick n' mix' at Miller Harris, taking home a goodie bag of sample scents.

I suppose we could have stayed out later, found an after party to attend, but Wednesdays are school nights, afterall. And, already by 10pm the champagne was starting to take its effects on me.

All in all, a fabulous night. It was a night to make anyone feel like a celebrity. A night of beautiful people and beautiful creations. I will definitely be back, and perhaps next year I will have saved enough to make a purchase. ;-)

Living in London. Life through a champagne glass.